PS

I LOVED Olympic cycling champ Jason Kenny’s bombshell announcement to his mum (‘I’m bringing Trotty home for a bacon butty.’) There is something deeply romantic about the chronic constipation of the English male when it comes to matters of the heart. My lip quivers when I hear Professor Higgins singing, ‘I’ve grown accustomed to her face’, as if feelings were an unwonted and somewhat unwelcome surprise. Emotions held in check, unexpressed and understated, are much more powerful and even passionate than the operatic declarations of more Latin males (see left).